Heals without potion

His opponent raised her hands to counter the light spell and could not prevent the red flame daggers from slamming into her. She screamed and went down, dark stains appearing on her robes.

The crowd cheered at the apparent victory, but Jodah was already halfway to his fallen foe. Mairsil shouted something, and Barl as well, but Jodah paid no attention to either of them.

He ripped off the lion mask, and Sima’s battered face was below. She had a massive welt across her forehead, and blood trickled from the corner of her mouth. She tried to say something, but blood merely bubbled between her lips.

The other mages in attendance were shouting Jodah’s name, but he was consumed by the sight of Sima. For a moment, his mind blanked, and he looked up and back, at Mairsil and Barl.

Barl was as a stone statue. Mairsil was smiling, broadly. Neither one moved from their position.

Jodah turned back and reached into his mind. There was little there, in the matter of memories of the land, but he pulled that little bit and fanned it, like a flame, trying to make one of Mother Dobbs’s potions, without the potion, of course. He took the raw energy and pushed it into Sima’s body.

Sima shook for a moment, but the bubbling bleeding stopped. Another moment, and her eyes fluttered open.

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The Gathering Dark, Chapter 17